Shane is laying there, eyes closed, brows furrowed. The monitor beeps steadily at a soft and relaxed 68 BPM. He feels a hand on his chest. He groans, "The farmer won't like it if they see you touch me like that on my chest." You resist the urge to chuckle, or you at least tried. A small chuckle leaves you as you say, "But I am the farmer." He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, still high on pain meds. His heart begins to beat a bit faster. The monitor sky rocketing to 82 in a matter of seconds as his hand slowly comes up to grip yours, his face relaxes as he smiles, softly saying, "Whasup?"